7 Dwarfs

Can you name the 7 Dwarfs?  My brain was on overload a couple of nights ago.  Woke up at 11:30pm with my brain going in a million directions.  I’m mentally cleaning closets, sorting clothes, what piles go to Goodwill, Salvation Army, dumpster, what to sell, what to store, where to store, need locks, need palm trees trimmed, do I get a washer/dryer for the motorhome, what do I do with the stuff where the washer/dryer would go?, I need to go to sleep, nope…still awake, Lucy has to go piddle, put clothes on to take her outside, it’s 2:00am, hope coyotes are asleep, I wonder where that plane is going at 2:00am?, back in bed, what are the 7 Dwarfs’ names?  Sleepy (wish I was), Dopey, Happy, Sneezy (been doing that since we got back to AZ), Frisky, nope, don’t think that’s right, start over again…Sleepy, Dopey, Happy, Sneezy, Bashful…ok, got 5…just two more, Wacky, Horney (that’s the porn Dwarf that got kicked out – use to be 8 of the little fellas), Grumpy – ok – so there’s Sleepy, Dopey, Happy, Sneezy, Bashful, Grumpy.  I’m going to be grumpy tomorrow with this lack of sleep.  I’m missing one dwarf.  And, that’s the last I remember until I woke up at 5:30.  First thing I did was Google the 7 Dwarfs.  Doc.  I forgot Doc. 

Just a brief glimpse into my brain in the middle of the night.  Scarey, huh?